I am a Maestro,
A perverted gentleman as they say so.
A deviant with a lecherous mind,
Yet knows and do that which is kind.
Deep in my heart I want to devour,
Yet restrain myself from that maiden's flower.
Oh how enticing this feeling of bitter sweet,
Like melting hot dark chocolate treat.
Every night I can't but to lust,
Will she reciprocate or will show disgust.
But for now I must restrain for there is something else to do,
As to what is that, why it's to irritate you and destroy the rhyme.